Undefined Prison

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Undefined Prison

I am confined to prison,

not of walls,

but of rules.

Of authority,

and tradition

and repetition.

The air I breath

is heavy-

and dense-

my handcuffs

and ankle chains.

The roof over my head a mere

verbal warning, a threat from above.

My pencil a bind,

a burden,

to my work-

monotony,

never ending.

A cell of a room,

freedom,

so close-

yet kept withdrawn

by iron bars-

policies and procedures.

Am I looking out,

or staring in?

- Kerrie

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